Escaped the office and the tyranny of the puppies long enough to photograph some of the swells hitting the SoCal coast today courtesy of Hurricane Marie. There were two TV news crews at the Oceanside Pier, more photographers than surfers, and most of the surfers who tried never completed paddling out. It’s living up to its hype out there, and sure was fun to watch.
Yes, I’m well aware the world is ending. At least that’s the case according to the professional media feed on the TV at the gym. The gym I finally got to after a detour down the coast highway this morning. With the window down. And a stop at the Oceanside Pier to watch this for a while.
Cuz ya know, the world stops and ends when it falls below the horizon visible from a network anchor’s chair.
So with all due respect to our friends on the East Coast, we thought you’d appreciate some photos of Snowpocalypse (Not).
Refugee Centers are standing by.
Ups, Downs and Colors on a Sunday Morning
Sunday started nicely with some good surf in Encinitas, and a good breakfast burrito in a little dive on the coast highway. It was brought down a bit by the realization that Spinnner’s wedding ring was apparantly lost in the ocean during the session. We then consoled ourselves over the loss with a relaxing drive home through the back county on Via de la Valle and the Del Dios Highway, admiring all the bright colors on the side of the road. Just wanted to reach out the window and grab a handful.
Plants in north county are looking pretty dry after days of 100+ degree heat, bringing back lots of memories of Firestorm 07, but those cyclists looked plenty hydrated, and so pretty in the varying hues of lycra. Mmmm, nap time until we meet some friends for pizza this afternoon.
Support Your Local Water Rats
I’ve lamented here in the past about the UC’s drive toward mediocrity, particularly as shown by the axing of the Santa Cruz water polo program. Though I still think the UC can and should do better in protecting the system’s reputation and standing in all programs, I read an interesting article yesterday that included some discussion of Yale’s water polo program, and other sports, after they lost official recognition and became club programs. Glad to see that relegation to club status isn’t always the death knell of an athletic program, but can lead to positive outcomes.
Two related notes for the aquatics inclined: Penn State swimmers raised $235 in a charity auction by agreeing to deliver pizza in their speedos, and this year’s Maverick’s Big Wave contest may be canceled due to a lack of sponsors. Hmmm. Pondering. Hmmm.
Saltwater Therapy Fails
Tried to get some saltwater therapy in Del Mar while waiting for a bout of writer’s block to go away this morning. The therapy itself was initially very successful, but a seam on my new wetsuit ripped out as I was unzipping the suit after the session. So much for the calming effects of surf – now we’re into the mental-bouncy effects of waiting for warranty repair or exchange. And the writer’s block is still there.
Life? I Had One Here Somewhere.
Ready to put this miserable excuse for a week behind me and take a little weekend roadtrip. Time to test out the new wetsuit somewhere between here and Ventura. Disgusted with myself that I’ve had it for a week now and it hasn’t even been near the water. There’s been something seriously wrong with my priorities.
The day goes so much better when you start off with Cocoa Krispies and good surf. Just sayin’.
Mood swing is coming back to equilibrium. Plans are to go surfing in the morning. That should make everything much better.
Something in a black Neoprene
After watching some surfing from the shore for a bit this morning I spent some time today looking for a new wetsuit. Locally and online. The old one is in good shape, just getting tighter in some places. There appears to be more Chuck then there used to be, and my current fullsuit is about maxed out. No big rush, but I really should get something before my surftrip/hearing in Ventura next month, and so I can head back to the water once the summer tourists go home.
- Last day of vacation. First day I can say I just went surfing with my husband.
– The current translation of blushing June bride is sunburned June Party B.